〃I don't want to go down； and I don't want to see what they've done to Gregory； but I'm not as afraid as you are； no。〃
〃Then it doesn't make you braver than me to go down into the hole； does it？ Because it doesn't cost you anything to go down there。〃
He leaned very； very close to my ear； then breathed the barest of sounds against my skin。 〃Like it would cost you nothing to kill Jacob for me。〃
I stiffened beside him； then turned； trying to keep the shock off my face。
〃I knew that was what you were thinking the moment I saw you look at him；〃 Richard said。
〃You'd let me do that？〃 I asked； voice soft； but not as soft as his had been。
〃I don't know yet。 But wouldn't your reasoning be that it would cost you nothing to do it and it would cost me dear？〃
We stared at each other。 I finally nodded。
He smiled。 〃Then let me go down the fucking hole。〃
〃When did you start using the F…word？〃
〃While you were away。 I think I missed hearing it。〃 He grinned at me suddenly； a bright flash of smile in the dark。
I couldn't not smile back。 Kneeling by that horrible black opening； fear still flat on my tongue； his anger still riding the air between us； and we smiled at each other。 〃I'll let you go down the hole first；〃 I said。
The smile widened until it filled his eyes； and even by starlight I could see them gleam with humor。 〃Okay。〃
I leaned into him and gave him a quick kiss。 Too quick for the powers to move between us； too quick to taste the blood in his mouth； too quick to find out if our beasts would roil through each other's bodies。 I kissed him just because I wanted to； because for the first time I thought we might both be willing to bend a little。 Would it be enough？ Who the hell knew？ But I was hopeful。 For the first time in a long time； I was truly hopeful。 Without hope； love dies and parts of you wither。 I didn't know what it meant for Micah that I had hope for Richard and me。 We'd talked openly about sharing； but I didn't know how much of that had been for public show and how much had been real。 But right that second； I didn't care； I clutched that positive emotion to me and held on。 Later； later； we'd worry about other things。 I'd let Richard climb down first； but I'd still be going down； and I wanted that small warm hope inside my chest along with the fear。
27
RICHARD'S WEIGHT ON the rope ladder kept it tight under my hands。 He'd put his flashlight on a strap around his wrist。 I watched the pool of yellow light vanishing down into that narrow darkness and realized that I was still barely on the ladder； my head still aboveground。
Micah was kneeling beside the hole。 〃It'll be alright；〃 he said。
I swallowed and looked at him； knowing my eyes were just a little wide； 〃I know；〃 but my voice came out breathy。
〃You really don't have to do this；〃 he said； voice soft； and as neutral as he could make it。
I frowned at him。 〃Don't you start。〃
〃Then you better catch up with him。〃 His voice was a little less neutral； but I couldn't tell what tone it held。
I started climbing down the soft roughness of the rope ladder； moving quickly； angrily。 I wasn't angry with Micah； not really。 I was angry with me。 The anger got me well down into the dark where the light from the flashlight below me seemed very yellow and very stark against the earthen walls。
I clung there for a second or two； staring at that hard…packed earth。 I gazed up slowly and found Micah staring down at me from a distance so far away that I couldn't tell what color his eyes or hair were。 I knew it was him from the shape of his face and shoulders。 My God； how deep did this pit go？
It seemed like the earthen walls were curving in towards me； like a hand about to close into a fist and crush me； so that I couldn't breath enough of the stale； flat air to fill my lungs。 I closed my eyes and forced myself to move one hand off the ladder and touch the wall。 It was farther away than I'd thought； and when I finally touched it； it startled me。 The earth was surprisingly cool against my hand； and I realized it was cool in the pit； even with early summer heat up above。 I opened my eyes； and the walls were still about six feet circular； just like they'd always been。 The earth wasn't closing in around me； only my phobia was doing that。
I started climbing down again； and this time I didn't stop until I felt the ladder loosen under my body and it was suddenly harder to climb down without bumping into the dirt walls。 Richard's weight was no longer steadying the ladder for me。 If I hadn't been such a pain in the ass； I might have asked for him to hold it steady until I got down to the end。 Instead I hugged the ladder frantically and kept moving downward。 It's hard to cling to something while you're climbing down it； but I managed。
The world narrowed down to the feel of the rope under my hands； my feet trying to find purchase just the simple act of moving downward。 It got to the point that I stopped jumping every time my body bumped the walls。 Hands touched my waist； and I let out that little yip that is only a girl sound。 I always hated when I did it。
They were Richard's hands around my waist； of course。 He steadied me the last few feet； while my heart tried to jump out of my chest。 I stepped down onto a floor that crunched and rolled with bones。 They were deep yet you didn't sink into them； rather walked on top of them like a saint treading on water。
The narrow shaft opened into a small； cramped； cave…like hole in the earth。 Richard had to stand bent almost in two。 I could stand up if I was careful； though the top of my hair brushed the ceiling solidly enough that ducking a little was a good idea。
Micah called from way； way above us； 〃Are you alright？〃
It took me two tries to be able to say； 〃Fine； we're fine。〃
Micah pulled back from the opening； a dark dot against the paler grayness。 〃My God； how far down are we？〃
〃Sixty feet； give or take。〃 There was something in his voice that made me turn to him。
He shook his head and looked to one side； shining the flashlight on something small and hunched。 It was Gregory。
He was on his stomach； hog…tied； his arms and legs at such acute angles that I couldn't imagine lying there like that for three days。 He was nude； a white cloth blindfold cutting across his face； knotted in a tangle of long blond hair； as if even that had been done to hurt； and not merely to blind。 As Richard's light played over Gregory's body； he made small helpless sounds。 He could see the light through the cloth； if nothing else。 I knelt beside him； seeing where the silver chains had dug into his wrists and ankles。 The wounds were raw and bloody where he'd struggled against them。
〃The chains have rubbed him raw；〃 Richard said； voice soft。
〃He struggled；〃 I said。
〃No； he's not powerful enough to take this much silver against his skin。 The chains ate their way into his skin。〃
I stared at the raw wounds and didn't know what to say。 I touched Gregory's shoulder； and he screamed through the gag I hadn't seen。 His hair had hidden it。 But there was a dark rag stuffed in his mouth。 He screamed again and tried to worm away from me。
〃Gregory； Gregory； it's Anita。〃 I touched him as gently as I could； and he screamed once more。 I looked up at Richard。 〃He doesn't seem to hear me。〃
Richard knelt and raised a tangle of Gregory's hair。 Gregory struggled harder； and Richard handed me the flashlight so he could use one hand to steady the smaller man's face and the other to keep the hair out of the way。 There was more cloth stuffed in his ears。 Richard pulled out the cloth and found a black earplug deeper in the channel。 They were never meant to be pushed in that far； and when Richard pulled it free； fresh blood trickled from his ear。
I just stared； my mind frozen for a second； not wanting to understand。 But finally； I heard myself say it。 〃They burst his eardrums。 Why； for God's sake？ Wasn't the blindfold and gag enough sensory deprivation？〃
Richard held the earplug up to the light。 I had to shine the flashlight directly on it to see that it had a metal point。
〃What is that？〃
〃Silver；〃 he said。
〃Oh； God； they were designed for this？〃
〃Remember； Marcus was a doctor。 He knew all kinds of medical supply places。 Places that would make things。〃 The look on Richard's face told me he was lost in memory and something darker。
I glanced back at the marks on Gregory's arms and legs。 〃Dear God； did the silver tear up his ear canals the way it did his skin？〃
〃I don't know。 It's good that it's still bleeding。 It means if he shapeshifts soon； he'll probably heal。〃 Richard's voice was thick。
I wasn't close to crying； the horror too overwhelming for tears。 I wanted Jacob down here； and whoever had helped him； because you didn't do this to a shapeshifter without help； not one…on…one。
Richard tried to take off the blindfold； but it was tied so tight he couldn't get a good hold on it。 I handed him the flashlight and drew the knife from my left wrist sheath。 〃Hold him； the knives are sharp； I don't want to cut him if he struggles。〃
Richard held Gregory's head between his two hands like a vise； and Gregory struggled harder； screaming through the gag。 But Richard held him firm while I slid the